Martin: [to Sam] So Scully, you done yet?
Samantha: I've still got about another half hour here.
Martin: Oookay. [smiles]
Samantha: You know, I still haven't seen your apartment.
Martin: No, you haven't. [both nod]
Samantha: Hmmm, so i'll come by later.
Martin: Good idea.

Martin: He's probably just protecting his kids.
Samantha: Yeah, remind me not to have any.
Martin: They don't all turn out to be psychopathic kidnappers, you know.
Samantha: Let me guess--2.2, white picket fence, golden retriever.
Martin: Yeah, maybe. Something like that.
Samantha: Not for me. Not in this world.

Martin: Hi, dad.
Victor Fitzgerald: So how's my boy doing? They giving him a hard time because of his old man?
Jack: I don't know, are we?
Martin: Constantly.

Martin: I got a description of her clothes. Does it mean anything to you? Dress by Nicole Miller, shoes by Manolo Bl...Blah...Blahnik.
Elena: It's expensive in Italian. She's not poor, this girl.

Martin: I guess love is blind. And deaf. And very, very dumb.
Jack: Spoken like a true romantic.
Martin: What? You going to tell me you still buy into it?
Jack: Sure, marriage, kids, the whole nine yards. [Martin looks skeptical] I didn't say I was good at it. I just said I was a fan.

Martin: I think he's sleeping with her. The way he talks about her and she's climbing that corporate ladder pretty quick.
Jack: He may be in love with her, but he's not sleeping with her. Never even thought about it.
[Martin shoots a questioning look at Jack.]
Jack: He's gay.
Martin: What, because he called her a 'fireball'?
Jack: No, 'cause he was checking you out.

Martin: I'd like to say that you're smarter than you looked but then I'd be lying.

Martin: Look, profiles aren't flawless but they exist for a reason. I mean, come on, we use them everyday.
Samantha: Oh, look, pediatrics. Maybe he's a pedophile too.

Martin: My guess is that Teddy thinks it's an alien implant.
Samantha: An implant?
Martin: Yeah, it's a common fear among abductees that aliens implant them with a device of some kind in order to track their whereabouts.
Samantha: What, so they can re-abduct them?
Martin: Or read their minds. Control them remotely. There's a bunch of different theories. Look if Teddy fears that he has an implant, the run-in with the so-called men in black could only make things worse.
Jack: You seem to have quite extensive knowledge on the subject.
Martin: I might have done some reading.

Martin: Samantha...you, uh, you got time to grab a drink?
Samantha: Oh, I've...I--I told Keller I'd meet him. But, I mean, you're welcome to come with us if...
Martin: No, no, that's all right. No, you guys go ahead. Thanks.
Samantha: Okay, well, maybe some other time?
Martin: Yeah, some other time.

Martin: She's having guy troubles, blows off her job, heads out for a night on the town. And that bar is a major pick up place.
Vivian: How would you know?
Martin: I hear things.

Martin: So I've got three composites on our suspect.
Samantha: White, maybe not white. Brown-haired or balding. Bearded man with a mustache.
Danny: You got to love eyewitnesses. Me, I'll take an old-fashioned grainy security video any day of the week.

Martin: So, you want me here?
Jack: Break major protocol on the first day, that's what happens.
[Jack leaves.]
Martin: How long does it take to get out of his dog house?
Danny: Depends on the dog.
[Danny leaves.]
Samantha: Don't mind Danny. He's just, uh, marking his territory.

Martin: This case is really getting to you.
Samantha: Yeah.
Martin: Is it the kid?
Samantha: It's all of it.

Martin: This girl is so desperate to be loved. Before American Goddess she was invisible. Now she's a celebrity.
Vivian: Yeah, for fifteen minutes.
Martin: That's true but the point is, guys are probably hitting on her all the time now. She's got zero experience. Some scumbag buys her a drink, she's going to think she's hit the lotto.
Vivian: So we're looking for a scumbag in New York City.